Dragging Out the Kitchen Stool.

 Dragging Out the Kitchen Stool.

 

The old woman is tired from T to D already. And it’s only 3:30. But at least a few things have been accomplished. Saw the eye doctor and got good news. Don’t have to go back until this time next year. The numbers don’t really make sense to me, but 20/25 sounds ok considering there is still one cataract to go. But the pressures are good, so no eye drops are needed.

 

Bought a McD’s bagel burger on the way back home and enjoyed that little expense. Sometimes it is worth it to just eat something without having to cook. The caramel latte was ok, too. Expensive, but tasty.

 

Left a couple of chickens on to cook in the roaster while gone and came back in time to turn the temp up on them. Now they are deboned and the meat put in plastic bags—one in the freezer and one in the fridge. All the mess is also cleaned up. Had to drag out the kitchen stool before it was all finished. This ol’ back is being about as silly as it can get. The stuff taken for pain seems to make me itch, but until it gets unreasonable, will just continue to take the stuff. Have had allergies all my life, so why should old age make any difference.

 

We are supposed to have a meeting Thursday at 1:30 at Pioneer. Everyone seems to think they will show up even though the temp is not supposed to get up to 40 that day. Oh well. Snuggle up in a sweat shirt, boots, gloves, and take an attitude along with showing up. Right now it is misting rain, but it doesn’t really feel W. E. T. out there. The hens have a few wet feathers, but don’t look drenched by any means. But you can bet the dogs will manage to get wet dirt on their paws to track across whatever. So much for “rain.” We really need a couple of toad stranglers to fill up the lake and water the fields. So, pray for rain for those of us who need it.

 

Saw a tree trimming company on 79 and Rathgeber that had set all the huge stumps on fire in great big piles. Those things can burn for weeks. Guess it won’t matter as long as we are at least getting some misting rain. Love the smell of wood burning like that. Miss our wood burning stove, but would not go out to haul wood for anything. Talk about heavy duty work!!

 

What things mean to me are not always even close to what others see or feel sometimes, but my heart hurts for those in Gaza just as much as for those in CA. “When Jesus saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them,” Matt. 9:36. Think for a minute about trying to “go home.” No water pipes, gas lines, electricity, or sewer lines. This is true in both Gaza and CA. My friend Henrietta and her daughter and son-in-law lost the entire home and everything in it. Same with folks in Gaza. No infrastructure or anyone ready to put things in working order. Do you see why President Trump thinks all of these people need a clean start somewhere? It will take YEARS to put down the water lines, sewer lines, and any other utilities needed. And that does not even begin to think about building structures for living. Now, all the politics aside, children and old folks need to be rescued by those who have the strength to help them. If NC folks could live in “little houses,” why could that not be done out of the zones in CA or even in Gaza? Hello! The U.S. has national forest lands that would be good enough to shelter those from CA. with the appropriate infrastructure. It would be horribly expensive, and they could never claim the land as belonging to them, but a place to live is better than nothing! If Egypt would allow those from Gaza to live in a temporary area, why not build the infrastructure and go for it! It can’t hurt Egypt any more than it would hurt us to use national lands.

 

Maybe it is just wishful thinking, but sometimes God gives us a chance to start over on situations that can actually be a good change. We are given the chance to repent of our sins, and one of our sins is that disgusting attitude that makes us “want, want, want” for more of everything—even when it is not good for us. It’s like we are gluttons for goodies instead of being satisfied with plain living. Let us pray that we will have leadership to bring those in need into the camps of our Israel—not the political Israel, but into God’s camp. Compassion and wholeness.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.